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Take The Party With Us (feat. Funkoars)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drapht
Drapht
Lead Vocals
Funkoars
Funkoars
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Ridge
Paul Ridge
Composer
Daniel Rankine
Daniel Rankine
Composer
Flashy
Flashy
Lyrics
Hons
Hons
Composer
Seddy
Seddy
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Drapht
Drapht
Producer
trials
trials
Producer
DJ Reflux
DJ Reflux
Mixing Engineer
Dave Parkin
Dave Parkin
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Let the wallet and the keys and the fat? Little sorts of paraphenalia Look I understand now that this heres suspicious But its just us, the tour bus a must the mousta Ride with us from the things with bringing it plus We never cleaning it thus, the smell of weed'n it up Get the feeling you that dont like the stripes That wanna be rockstarts they gotta be drug dealers Or real killers, lets go with the latter and put outa feelers And see what the deal is So why did nobody mention that we passed the dimension Got the kangaroos riding the back and they keep banging the sides And then we'll take us alive and if we deal with it right Well then we'll ride from the back, better hit the hazards Im just saying im seeing the whole land from the backseat of this ride I wouldnt mind tryn wind my window without the threat of a ciggerett Hons lit'n hittin my eye but i got no time No time to waste, i gotta hit the road, gotta go right away Got time for nothing already started the bus so shut the door And take the party with us What the fuck are you lookin for, just a little bit of drapht You aint gonna find a shit in under my nut sack Only thing under there is my butt crack Aint a fuckin rug rat so no aint harbouring shit there And if i did its gone cause spottin cops is my sixth sense Thick stench of the second hand smoke with an ear to the road He reckon he van gough, he reckon the road rolled under the van I reckon hes twenty seconds too late And reckon that dan knows that Standing on the side of the road with rambos tryna stand over us Like it was over loaded guns, like it was over a boat of coke Or a bust to my load to show my nuts to a bus load of nuns, nah No one ownin up to this now we lookin down at a truck Like snuffleupagus i had enough of this either read us our rights Or we drivng, aint got time we aint got no time nah No time to waste, i gotta hit the road, gotta go right away Got time for nothing already started the bus so shut the door And take the party with us Mister policeman, why you pullin us over See the whole van lifted but our drivers sober And legally hes the only one who needs to be So you cant prove shit but motherfucker we smoke heaps of weed And the key you dont need to know why hes here We vacced to the party of loose women and free beer So can you let us go? ive had enough of this shit I know my rights and you cant test if im stoned I drove so damn far on the magical mystery bus Filled with vodka and half a spliff in my lung I seen cops with them shotgun mics in the cliffs Tryna clock the intake of my piss Backseat plantation, hand me another one of them Im not cooked im only half bakin and ill be partakin With anything thats passed around trust, we take the party with us We take the party with us A couple piss passed around the back the wiff of this shit Got the coppas stressed enough they wanna give us a slip But not elusive they accusin us of being that one moving Budha in back alludin like the smokes from an illusion hah Its from the pithery serrendipity ciggerett and sombody invited OJ Bought the killer ex Till i said walk the fuck out of the street cause in the tour van Ten years on still playing porn ran You think the oars count, we proabably did snap shotted all them twits For my holiday pics, so what the fucks the deal officer Why you tryna lock us up? we aint botherin nobody, go do some proper stuff I got no time for bovine fuckin my shit up Patiently he treat a car and the last one to get up One hitta but the coppa didnt pick up i was joking We them whole weed man we smoking No time to waste, i gotta hit the road, gotta go right away Got time for nothing already started the bus so shut the door And take the party with us
Writer(s): Paul Ridge, Daniel Rankine, Adam Baker, Matthew Honson, Daniel Yates Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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